Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Oh, of course; Sam supposed he was being overly nosy. Outlanders were a strange lot and it wasn't like he'd never seen anyone out for a late night walk. Holding up an apologetic hand, he gave Oliver a smile. "Sorry, I just...I'm not that used to seeing too many people out at this time of night, that's all. It's usually very quiet." He knew the man before him wasn't an Ascended, so he didn't have the reason of darkness to venture out like his family.
"Don't let me bother if you, if you have somewhere to be." With a nod of his head Sam stepped aside in case Oliver wanted to walk past, motioning down the street with his hand (fingertips still slightly odd-looking from the Prince's acid).
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
